"Junior Brother Tian!" Fan Yang was horrified, while Lü Gongfeng's expression turned even uglier. Tian Youdong was an Elder of Supreme Law Enforcement from their sect, a man of lofty status and great authority, as well as a late-stage cultivator of the Dao—yet he had been shut away just like that, utterly humiliated.
"Keep him alive. Drain his power!" I said to Wang Yan.
The Blood Cloud Coffin immediately devoted all its strength to digestion. Tian Youdong began banging wildly against the inside of the coffin with loud dong dong sounds. But once someone entered the Blood Cloud Coffin, getting back out was no easy matter!
"No! Sect Master Xia! Let's talk this out! Don't drain my power! I'll give you anything you want! That's right! I still have some influence in the Pure Void Dao Sect. As long as you let me go, I'll definitely stand on your side!"
Red mist churned again and again inside the coffin. Tian Youdong howled like a slaughtered pig, repeatedly begging for mercy. In truth, if he hadn't panicked and used all his strength to resist, his power probably wouldn't have been consumed so quickly. At this rate, he would likely drop one level after another, soon becoming an ordinary mortal.
I paid him no attention. When Wang Yan looked over for my opinion, I took time out of my frantic battle to nod and let her continue.
"Late at night, I follow the dream bird back with Chu; my heart pursues the clouds that never leave Mount Wu. Pure Void Dao! Dream Bird Chases the Clouds!" Fan Yang was both shocked and furious, the horsetail whisk resting across his hand. He shouted the incantation, and in that instant, it seemed as though mountains and rivers changed color. Clouds roiled and mist swirled